Title: The Waiting Game

Rating: PG-13 for language

Summary: May those horny teenagers learn to respect other people's desks

AN: READ&REVIEW

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto… And if you try to sue me I'll have some guy named Salvatore go to your house and beat you up.

Prompt 10- home

As the last rays of sunlight died, Sasuke felt his decent mood go with it.

Tsunade had just given him and Sakura another mission.

And they had barely just finished their third.

Bitch.

"Oh. I see."

Sasuke let go of the curtains that shielded the window of their temporary base. It was a small room. Enough for one bed, a couple chairs, a bedside table with a lamp and a small armoire for their belongings. However, since they had originally planned to stay no more than four nights, they hadn't bothered with it.

It was already nearing the week and a half mark.

And Tsunade had just asked them to stay longer.

Bitch.

Sighing deeply, he finally turned to watch his partner who was talking on the phone with the woman, trying to reason their way out. Her back was to him as she sat on the edge of the bed, but from the slump of her shoulders, Sasuke could already tell Sakura was wasting her breath.

"Right. But, don't you think it would be an even better idea to have someone else come and take care of it?" Sakura said, sounding hopeful.

There was a pause as Tsunade talked on the other line.

Sasuke could feel himself leaning forward on the chair he'd settled himself on, anticipating the outcome. If anyone could talk their way out of anything, it was Sakura. Not only because she was the Hokage's apprentice, but also because the Uchiha had never really heard their Hokage deny his number one pupil in anything.

Although, there was that saying, 'anything can happen'...

"Hai, I understand," Sakura sighed, spine bowing in defeat. "Sasuke...yes he's here."

Hearing his name, he stiffened. If he had to talk to that blonde witch, he would not be responsible for whatever came out of his mouth.

But it seemed that wasn't Tsunade's plan. Because Sakura was already saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone, collapsing back into the mattress and letting out a groan. "And I was so looking forward to going back home tonight. Dammit!" Grabbing a pillow, she placed it over her face and proceeded to yell into it.

Getting up to console his teammate, Sasuke briefly scolded himself. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. It just hurt that much more in the end. It was actually foolish of him to think Tsunade would never deny Sakura anything. The Hokage had to be equally fair to everyone. No matter what. Although, with their current situation, maybe fairness didn't apply to just anyone.

Placing a hand gently on her knee, he asked, "What did she say?"

"Da shi onts us tu du it arsels."

Sasuke frowned. "What?" Removing the obscuring object from her face he could see her closed eyes, brows pinched downward in what Sasuke knew was annoyance. He was usually the one with the look engraved on his face.

"She said that, because we are the closest, we should be the ones to carry the mission out ourselves. No need to send another group over." Her lids finally parted slightly, revealing green eyes which were a darker shade than their original, due to her anger. "Can you believe that?"

Actually, he could.

Settling himself at her side properly, Sasuke tried to keep his voice from betraying his exhaustion. "What's the mission?"

"Deliver a message to some rich fat guy two towns over. It's not hard. It's just not particularly fun."

"And the message?"

"Tsunade is sending it over as we speak."

"Bitch," was the young man's murmured comment.

"What?"

"I said witch. You know, I think she's doing all this on purpose."

Sakura sat up on her elbows, eyeing her partner with confusion. "What are you talking about, Sasuke-kun? She wouldn't do that."

"No? Think about it. I mean, really think about it," he insisted when she merely rolled her eyes. "She's setting us up on mission after mission just as we finish our previous ones."

"So, you think she's trying to, what? Bore us to death?" Sakura got up to remove her uniform, chucking her gear on the small bedside table. "Because I gotta say, it's working."

"She's getting back at us."

At this, the kunoichi stilled. Then slowly turned to catch the eyes of her comrade, ignoring the fact that her shirt was half off and showing off her stomach. "What did we do for her to think she needs to get back at us?"

Without any words, Sasuke gave her a stern 'You know what' look.

"The office incident?" she asked incredulously. "That was over like, a month ago! And it was an accident."

"Yeah, well. It wasn't the first accident, if you recall correctly," Sasuke huffed.

He felt her more than heard her come to his side. Her hand was warm as she cupped his face, making him turn to look at her. Whether he wanted to or not, he didn't have much of a choice. Sometimes he wished Sakura could turn off her freakish strength like a light switch.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to sound like that. But you know what I meant, right?"

Reluctantly, he agreed.

He hadn't meant to sound insulted over her comment. He was tired and, like Sakura, was ready to just go home. All the jobs Tsunade had sent their way since day one were easy missions, even a group of lowly genin could get them done.

It was the fact that it felt like a never ending cycle that ticked Sasuke off. How were they ever going to get enough time for themselves? Two weeks without a proper night with her and Sasuke felt like tearing his hair out by the handful. Sure they were alone. But in the end, it always came down to getting the job done right. And as long as their minds were in work mode, there was no time to do anything else. The need to touch her, taste her, be inside her. It was like an addict that craved more. And he was relapsing. BAD.

That relapse was actually how this all got started.

He was waiting on Sakura to finish up some paperwork at the Hokage's office when he decided he had waited long enough. A light touch led to a kiss. And that led to...other things.

Needless to say, the Hokage had not been very happy to find the two of them on her desk...

"So, you really think she's getting back at us by, what, exactly?"

Sakura's question was enough for Sasuke to redirect his thoughts from his suffering libido to more pressing matters. "Could be a number of things," he shrugged.

Far away in another village, a woman cackled with absolute glee as she swiveled on her chair to look out the window. The drink she was holding sloshed haphazardly, almost to the point of dripping down the sides but the woman paid no mind as she carried on with her sightseeing.

It had almost been two weeks ago that she had sent her protégé and that bratty Uchiha to do a simple bodyguard mission as far away from Konoha as possible- and had them stay away ever since.

The complaints she had heard from the villagers -their, "They're at it again!" comments hadn't been a big deal a month ago. It was mostly due to the fact that she had never seen her apprentice look so happy in such a long time. And she did have to agree the usually uptight sharingan wielder had never look so...well, like the stick wasn't shoved as deep up his ass, anymore.

Until she saw them in their...prime.

Tsunade barely suppressed a shudder.

That was the day that everything had changed.

A change for the better, the Hokage assured herself. No more finding them behind broom closets, in empty hospital rooms, or vacant patient beds.

With a sideways glance, Or my desk.

It had been a pain finding a new one.

Taking a gulp of sake, Tsunade really should have been getting back to work on the paperwork. But decided her genius plan deserved another toast.

She held up the glass to her village and its people, "May those horny teenagers learn to respect other people's desks."

"Maybe," Sakura, still theorizing, slid into bed next to him, "she thinks we'll get sick of each other."

"Hn."

The room fell silent after a while. The day had been long, tedious, and uneventful. The worst part about being in a boring mission, was an easy mission.

However, after a while, Sakura asked, "Do you? Think we'll ever get sick of each other?" Her voice was soft and Sasuke knew she was on the verge of sleep.

All Sasuke had time for was one quick kiss to her forehead and a low yet convincing "Never."

And as they lay tangled in each others arms, he couldn't help but think he had been home all along.

Because he was where he wanted to be -with her.